Great Sky Poem by chris schwartz

With the anticipation of the very first snowflake
Comes the desire to plow through the snowstorm
Watching the piles of fluffy brilliance
Trying to overtake our eyes
With brilliance.
Teasing us only
As we play through the eye of the storm
Human toys bulldoze with great power
We grow tired from cleaning the path
Of something much greater
The path we plow suits us
For now.
Then the wicked winter
Calls to us
Blowing winds so strong
We have no recourse
But to look out the window
And hope for warmth.
Great sky, with no mercy
You are beautiful
And you are strong.
I used to be you.
But you, will carry on.